I have had occasion to be standing in a number of lines recently.
They really don’t get the respect due them, do they?
When’s the last time you queued up? Do you recall it being an orderly affair? Did people play well together, or did it start out looking somewhat line-ish only to collapse into a cluster of side-by-side groupings, large gaps between the bodies of people whose personal space is clearly wider than the average person’s, branches of the “line” extending to the right and left, the line having split into chaos?
Well did it?
I’ve had too much time to think about this.
Now me, you want to get off the bus ahead of me? Go ahead. You want to get on the airplane last? Hey – that’s just smart, if you ask me.
But if we’re waiting for something and a line has clearly been formed, in what part of the brain did the idea originate that queuing up is meant for others?
Why the line abuse?
Aren’t there rules about lines? Wouldn’t the first rule be that you get behind the person at the head of it? Wouldn’t the next rule be that this continue, ad infinitum, until the purpose of the line is realized?
Where are the Brits when we need them?!
Sorry. I don’t know why I said that – it just kinda came out.
So fine. The line, while still a daily necessity for many of us, has been disrespected into nonsensical madness. Frankly, it needs to be re-named.
And this gives me something to think about while standing in line.